Talk? Talk shall not help. It will not set my head to rights. Talk did not put these false memories, these lies there.

[She reaches up, rubbing at her head as if that would help. It doesn't. Sadly, for a creature that has spent most of her life on her own, she really doesn't understand how talking could actually help her.]

I want to understand where to sleep now! Nothing is right. [The fact that she hasn't slept well in awhile isn't helping her to not be overly cranky either.]